Kurt has no accent in this fic for the most part as I suck at writing his accent and also Gambit's(do the best I can). I don't write Rogue's out cause I think it looks stupid. Don't own the X-men or the Terrorized Brotherhood. Angel belongs to me and Tara belongs to Takamo.
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"Vhy are ve going to ze Brotherhood place at almost eleven?"Kurt questions, following Logan and Gambit on their search for the house. None of them ever could find it in the dark and Gambit's sense of direction, well...sucked. "We must get de chi'ren back, mon ami. De Brotherhood offered to pay us on their second call. Something about damages..." Kurt shakes his head. "My world is so much easier to understand....ze children are probaly just fine. Vhy vould ze brotherhood vant to harm two children?"he asks aloud continuing to follow them; he doesn't get an answer. "Fine ignore ze blue, fuzzy one!"Kurt huffs, teleporting away. Logan and Gambit trade looks. "What was that about, Gumbo?" "Remy not sure. Remy wasn't lis'ening to the blue one..." Logan shrugs,"That makes two of us. Let's go." The two soon arrive a little in front of the silohoutte of the brotherhood mansion. "Remy has found de secret hideout." "No, you did, Gumbo. I found it." "Remy found it." "No, Remy didn't." "Remy foun---" *SHINKT* Loud barking from in front of them stops the pointless and childish argument.
Logan's blade turn in the direction as a large German Shephard jumps out in front of them, snarling and growling. "Back, beast,"Gambit announces, gathering what he thinks are a few cards and charging them. He realizes too late they aren't his cards, but simply torn pages from some book. Remy kill de petite later. The huge animal changes in front of them to a blue-skinned red head. "Get over yourself, Gambit...have you come to take the brats back?" "So nice to see you, too, Mystique." Logan's greeting is cold and he shows no sign of returning his blades into his hands; Mystique barely glances at him. Gambit smiles in greeting. "Remy Les prodiges pourquoi le bleu celui est hors de et pas à la maison avec les enfants." "Les enfants aussi ennuient loin. Viktor, le Crapaud, et Erik les a en ordre. ..go les reçoit et le congé." Logan shakes his head. "I give up understanding diffrent languages,"he mumbles, walking up and knocking on the door; Gambit follows as Mystique returns to her dog form and lays in the nearby bushes, growling. He charges a slip of paper and tosses it at her as the door swings open. "What took you so damn long?"Saber growls, swinging the door open wide to show what could only be called a disaster zone.
Gambit's eyes fix on the clumped together fur covering most of the other mutant's blonde fur. It was too light to be mud, but what else could it be? "What happened to your fur, mon ami?" "Drop the friend and come get your demon spawn..." A crash and a groan come next. Logan simply shoves past Viktor and walks inside, looking around. "Tara, Angel." His eyes are drawn to the walls which are streaked red and yellow. I'm not sure I even want to know. A muffled sound almost like a groan comes next and the two walk toward the sound; something thumps against wood. "Uh-oh...Angel dropped it." "Pick it up, then,"a second childish voice replies, a familiar voice. "Don't you two know any better then to go with strangers?"Logan demands, glowering at the two children as he enters the room. Twin looks of innocence and curiosity meet his words as the two continue their game. Something bulky and purple was being tossed back in forth. What appears to be a Toad-shaped lump lays on the couch almost completly covered in duct tape and more red and yellow. Magneto, a helmetless Magneto, stands in the corner sulking and muttering incoherently; his words are undistinguishable. "Kitty say he take us to you,"Angel announces, chunking the helmet out the window. There's a rustle as it lands in the bushes, seconds before Magneto jumps out the window, laughing, strangely.
Gambit sighs. "Remy say Kitty a liar. Ready to come back to the mansion, petite?" "Can I have ice cream?"she questions, innocently, looking up at him. There was such silence that the drop of a pen is heard. "Can I, Remy?" "No." The command comes from Gambit, Logan, Tara, Saber, and a muffled Toad. Angel pouts slightly, then pulls on Gambit's hand. "Fine....no ice cream. Already had some." Tara has gone back to decorating the toad-sized lump with what appears to be mustard and ketchup; the bottles are held tightly in her hands. Logan sighs and rubs his hand over his face before walking to her. "Tara, that's enough. Put the bottles down and come on." She shakes her head and continues. "Froggy been bad. Angel say so,"she replies, beginning to draw what appears to be a happy face on a part of the duct taped lump. "I'll bet she did...don't you want to go to sleep?"he questions, trying to coax the child into behaving. No sooner has he spoken does she yawn. "Maybe little.." Tara slowly puts the bottles down, then walks to him, rubbing her eyes. Easy. Logan smirks, glancing at the cajun who now held Angel in his arms. Something suddenly catches hold of his leg, tightly. He didn't need to look to know it was....Tara.
"Mmphf!!" The muffled sound comes from the toad shaped lump then a growl comes from Saber as the two hesitate. Logan shakes his head and walks out, leaning slightly to keep his balance with the five-year-old clinging to his leg. Gambit follows a few moments later. "Adios, mon ami,"he calls, charging a card and tossing it back into the house as he pull the door shut. A small explosion and an oath of,"Damn Cajun!" later the two walk away with their "packages". "Kitty don't like the peanut butter me and Tara put in his fur...why, Remy?"Angel questions. Her voice is slightly muffled since she was now resting with her face buried against Gambit's shoulder. Suprisingly, Gambit showed no sign of discomfort or annoyance. "Werewolves don't like peanut butter fur, petite.." There was a yawn to her voice when she speaks. "Why?" "Just don't..." Tara speaks up after being silent for so long. "The blue lady's creepy..." Logan smiles,"I agree, kid, I agree."
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"What's taking them so long? What if it was all just a set-up to take out our two best members?" Scott paces the length of the room, drumming his fingers against the side of his face. Jean looks up from her recorded soap opera. "Scott, dear, I'm sure Remy and Logan are fine..." "Yeah, worst thing is they didn't even get to hear you admit they were the best members of the X-men,"Rogue announces, returning to the room with a book; Storm is right behind her with a giant bowl of popcorn and an unconcerned Xavier. "Shouldn't we worry, Professor? They've been gone a long time." "There's no need to worry, Scott...they'll be here soon. There was slight problem with the children; nothing important just minor." Jean and Storm return to their soap as Rogue begins reading the book, mouthing the words silently. "Vhy do you move your lips like zat, Rogue?"Kurt questions, teleporting into the room and right in front of Scott. Scott slams straight into him. "Watch it!" She shrugs. "Because it helps me figure our what's going on, Kurt. Thought you were with Logan and Swamp Rat?" "Vas, but zey don't listen to ze blue fuzzy one so teamvork is over,"Kurt scowls, beginning to eat Storm's popcorn.
"Chere, Remy's home!" Four sets of eyes turn toward the front hall where his voice had come from. Jean and Storm's eyes remain glued to the tv; it would be another half hour before they'd even notice anything, but the tv. Scott sighs. He hated his wife's obsession with soap operas, but suppoused she craved some bit of normality. "About time. Where have you two been?"Scott growls, glowering at the two as they enter the room. Gambit holds a sleeping Angel against his shoulder and Tara clings tightly to one of Logan's legs; there was an audiable "Aww" from Rogue which earns a glare from Logan. She coughs to cover it up. "Sorry, Wolvie. Everything go okay?" "Everything was great...Saber begged us to take them back and your boyfriend's gone insane." "What boyfriend?" "Boyfriend? Remy not know of this boyfriend..." "Does zis boyfriend have my approval?" Logan stares at them not sure if he should answer Rogue, Gambit, or Kurt first; he decides not to answer any of them just to be safe. "Remy t'inks it's time to put de petites to bed..again,"Gambit tells them, shifting Angel to rest more comfortably in her arms; she doesn't react. "Sure put the chil'ren to bed, Swamp Rat. Get some sleep afterwards...you get to baby-sit again tomorrow..with Scott and Logan." "NON! REMY IS NOT A BABY-SITTER!" *SHINKT*
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"Vhy are ve going to ze Brotherhood place at almost eleven?"Kurt questions, following Logan and Gambit on their search for the house. None of them ever could find it in the dark and Gambit's sense of direction, well...sucked. "We must get de chi'ren back, mon ami. De Brotherhood offered to pay us on their second call. Something about damages..." Kurt shakes his head. "My world is so much easier to understand....ze children are probaly just fine. Vhy vould ze brotherhood vant to harm two children?"he asks aloud continuing to follow them; he doesn't get an answer. "Fine ignore ze blue, fuzzy one!"Kurt huffs, teleporting away. Logan and Gambit trade looks. "What was that about, Gumbo?" "Remy not sure. Remy wasn't lis'ening to the blue one..." Logan shrugs,"That makes two of us. Let's go." The two soon arrive a little in front of the silohoutte of the brotherhood mansion. "Remy has found de secret hideout." "No, you did, Gumbo. I found it." "Remy found it." "No, Remy didn't." "Remy foun---" *SHINKT* Loud barking from in front of them stops the pointless and childish argument.
Logan's blade turn in the direction as a large German Shephard jumps out in front of them, snarling and growling. "Back, beast,"Gambit announces, gathering what he thinks are a few cards and charging them. He realizes too late they aren't his cards, but simply torn pages from some book. Remy kill de petite later. The huge animal changes in front of them to a blue-skinned red head. "Get over yourself, Gambit...have you come to take the brats back?" "So nice to see you, too, Mystique." Logan's greeting is cold and he shows no sign of returning his blades into his hands; Mystique barely glances at him. Gambit smiles in greeting. "Remy Les prodiges pourquoi le bleu celui est hors de et pas à la maison avec les enfants." "Les enfants aussi ennuient loin. Viktor, le Crapaud, et Erik les a en ordre. ..go les reçoit et le congé." Logan shakes his head. "I give up understanding diffrent languages,"he mumbles, walking up and knocking on the door; Gambit follows as Mystique returns to her dog form and lays in the nearby bushes, growling. He charges a slip of paper and tosses it at her as the door swings open. "What took you so damn long?"Saber growls, swinging the door open wide to show what could only be called a disaster zone.
Gambit's eyes fix on the clumped together fur covering most of the other mutant's blonde fur. It was too light to be mud, but what else could it be? "What happened to your fur, mon ami?" "Drop the friend and come get your demon spawn..." A crash and a groan come next. Logan simply shoves past Viktor and walks inside, looking around. "Tara, Angel." His eyes are drawn to the walls which are streaked red and yellow. I'm not sure I even want to know. A muffled sound almost like a groan comes next and the two walk toward the sound; something thumps against wood. "Uh-oh...Angel dropped it." "Pick it up, then,"a second childish voice replies, a familiar voice. "Don't you two know any better then to go with strangers?"Logan demands, glowering at the two children as he enters the room. Twin looks of innocence and curiosity meet his words as the two continue their game. Something bulky and purple was being tossed back in forth. What appears to be a Toad-shaped lump lays on the couch almost completly covered in duct tape and more red and yellow. Magneto, a helmetless Magneto, stands in the corner sulking and muttering incoherently; his words are undistinguishable. "Kitty say he take us to you,"Angel announces, chunking the helmet out the window. There's a rustle as it lands in the bushes, seconds before Magneto jumps out the window, laughing, strangely.
Gambit sighs. "Remy say Kitty a liar. Ready to come back to the mansion, petite?" "Can I have ice cream?"she questions, innocently, looking up at him. There was such silence that the drop of a pen is heard. "Can I, Remy?" "No." The command comes from Gambit, Logan, Tara, Saber, and a muffled Toad. Angel pouts slightly, then pulls on Gambit's hand. "Fine....no ice cream. Already had some." Tara has gone back to decorating the toad-sized lump with what appears to be mustard and ketchup; the bottles are held tightly in her hands. Logan sighs and rubs his hand over his face before walking to her. "Tara, that's enough. Put the bottles down and come on." She shakes her head and continues. "Froggy been bad. Angel say so,"she replies, beginning to draw what appears to be a happy face on a part of the duct taped lump. "I'll bet she did...don't you want to go to sleep?"he questions, trying to coax the child into behaving. No sooner has he spoken does she yawn. "Maybe little.." Tara slowly puts the bottles down, then walks to him, rubbing her eyes. Easy. Logan smirks, glancing at the cajun who now held Angel in his arms. Something suddenly catches hold of his leg, tightly. He didn't need to look to know it was....Tara.
"Mmphf!!" The muffled sound comes from the toad shaped lump then a growl comes from Saber as the two hesitate. Logan shakes his head and walks out, leaning slightly to keep his balance with the five-year-old clinging to his leg. Gambit follows a few moments later. "Adios, mon ami,"he calls, charging a card and tossing it back into the house as he pull the door shut. A small explosion and an oath of,"Damn Cajun!" later the two walk away with their "packages". "Kitty don't like the peanut butter me and Tara put in his fur...why, Remy?"Angel questions. Her voice is slightly muffled since she was now resting with her face buried against Gambit's shoulder. Suprisingly, Gambit showed no sign of discomfort or annoyance. "Werewolves don't like peanut butter fur, petite.." There was a yawn to her voice when she speaks. "Why?" "Just don't..." Tara speaks up after being silent for so long. "The blue lady's creepy..." Logan smiles,"I agree, kid, I agree."
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"What's taking them so long? What if it was all just a set-up to take out our two best members?" Scott paces the length of the room, drumming his fingers against the side of his face. Jean looks up from her recorded soap opera. "Scott, dear, I'm sure Remy and Logan are fine..." "Yeah, worst thing is they didn't even get to hear you admit they were the best members of the X-men,"Rogue announces, returning to the room with a book; Storm is right behind her with a giant bowl of popcorn and an unconcerned Xavier. "Shouldn't we worry, Professor? They've been gone a long time." "There's no need to worry, Scott...they'll be here soon. There was slight problem with the children; nothing important just minor." Jean and Storm return to their soap as Rogue begins reading the book, mouthing the words silently. "Vhy do you move your lips like zat, Rogue?"Kurt questions, teleporting into the room and right in front of Scott. Scott slams straight into him. "Watch it!" She shrugs. "Because it helps me figure our what's going on, Kurt. Thought you were with Logan and Swamp Rat?" "Vas, but zey don't listen to ze blue fuzzy one so teamvork is over,"Kurt scowls, beginning to eat Storm's popcorn.
"Chere, Remy's home!" Four sets of eyes turn toward the front hall where his voice had come from. Jean and Storm's eyes remain glued to the tv; it would be another half hour before they'd even notice anything, but the tv. Scott sighs. He hated his wife's obsession with soap operas, but suppoused she craved some bit of normality. "About time. Where have you two been?"Scott growls, glowering at the two as they enter the room. Gambit holds a sleeping Angel against his shoulder and Tara clings tightly to one of Logan's legs; there was an audiable "Aww" from Rogue which earns a glare from Logan. She coughs to cover it up. "Sorry, Wolvie. Everything go okay?" "Everything was great...Saber begged us to take them back and your boyfriend's gone insane." "What boyfriend?" "Boyfriend? Remy not know of this boyfriend..." "Does zis boyfriend have my approval?" Logan stares at them not sure if he should answer Rogue, Gambit, or Kurt first; he decides not to answer any of them just to be safe. "Remy t'inks it's time to put de petites to bed..again,"Gambit tells them, shifting Angel to rest more comfortably in her arms; she doesn't react. "Sure put the chil'ren to bed, Swamp Rat. Get some sleep afterwards...you get to baby-sit again tomorrow..with Scott and Logan." "NON! REMY IS NOT A BABY-SITTER!" *SHINKT*